RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

2721. Unraveling My Poem Unraveling My Life 12/21/2008
2722. To God 12/21/2008
2723. Hazeline 12/22/2008
2724. Blubber 12/22/2008
2725. Tramped 12/22/2008
2726. We Are The Roots 12/22/2008
2727. Deep In My Heart I Know God 12/22/2008
2728. The Poetry In The Heart Of Hazel 12/22/2008
2729. A Good Beginning 12/22/2008
2730. It Is A Joke 12/22/2008
2731. A Message From Us All Here 12/23/2008
2732. This Christmas 12/23/2008
2733. What Shall I Rhyme With My Life? 12/23/2008
2734. The Silence Of The Snow 12/25/2008
2735. I Move 12/25/2008
2736. To Mawe In Chicago This Winter 12/25/2008
2737. I Am Glad 12/25/2008
2738. A Formula 12/26/2008
2739. A Sharp Contrast 12/26/2008
2740. Emptiness 12/26/2008
2741. Inside The Void 12/26/2008
2742. Two Seasons 12/26/2008
2743. As I Grow Older 12/26/2008
2744. There Is This Poet 12/26/2008
2745. Always Remember (2) 12/26/2008
2746. Looking For Something 12/27/2008
2747. The Tenant 12/27/2008
2748. The Rain Falls Tonight 12/27/2008
2749. Coming Home This Christmas 12/27/2008
2750. An Old House Of The Family 12/27/2008
2751. At The End Of The Dawn Mass 12/27/2008
2752. You Will Meet Her 12/27/2008
2753. Even The Petals Of The Flower 12/27/2008
2754. Eternity 12/27/2008
2755. Never 12/27/2008
2756. Isang Papillon 12/16/2008
2757. Congratulations 12/23/2008
2758. Walking On A Tight Wire 12/23/2008
2759. What Anselma Fished Out Of The Sea 12/23/2008
2760. About Antonio's Infection 12/23/2008
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

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you don't really have to mind
death
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of
life

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and
unreasonable

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

Read the full of ' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

Ephemeral

A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing

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